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kitnita · 5 months

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jake oettinger postgame — DAL vs VGK; game 4 — 04.29.24

[ah, you know ty very well. how hard is it to stay focused throughout everything he’s been through?] yeah, it’s … you know, there’s no one in here that deserves that more than him, and, you know — i live with him, so, i get to see … i’ve been through, you know, everything that he’s gone through this year, and, just, the way that he carries himself, and — you know, there’s no one that puts the team more in first than him and he works his butt off and never has a bad attitude and has just stayed ready for when he got his name called, and played great tonight and, you know, showed that he can step in and, and be a great piece to this team. so, you know, there’s not a lot of people that are gonna be happier for him than me, that’s for sure.

[i was gonna say, the body language that he shows, just when he’s out there – first one on the ice – i mean, he does all the little things you’re supposed to do to show that you’re a big member of the team, even when he goes, whatever, six, eight games without playing.] exactly. and you’d never know … you know, some guys, you know, carry the way that they’re playing on the ice on their face and you’d never know with him. he’s just, you know — puts the team first, wants what’s best for the team, and, you know, he knows when his number’s called he’s gonna step up. and he’s done that. and, uh, like i said, just so happy for him. and there’s tons of guys in our organization who’re like that, you know, just — everyone wants to win, and you know, not everyone’s going to have the exact role that they want but, you know, if you win the championship at the end of the day it doesn’t matter.

[just for color, here — you and ty share a house, a condo?] he lives at my house. me and my fiancée’s house, yeah. yep. [does he pay rent?] uh, we’re still working through that (laughs) yeah. he’s, uh, he’s been on dish duty, so, that’s kinda how he’s paying for his rent right now. [let’s say, maybe give him a little break off — get a goal, you know, goal’s count.] yeah, for sure. for sure, yeah, exactly. [and, just for color, what type of jersey does your brother wear?] he wears delly’s jersey. yeah, i know — second favorite player, yeah.

#hockey #stars #dallas stars #jake oettinger #ty dellandrea #i am feeling next level unhinged about this just For The Record #remember last year when ty lived w otter & his then gf in their apartment and when he moved out they all talked about missing that??#now otter and his fiancee have a house & ty lives with them again :)#otter's little brother wears a delly jersey :)#i hope that hockey news instagram that posted their quotes about being a trio w the throuple watch caption is still monitoring this #please talk to me about this btw #i have so many thoughts i cannot even contain all of them in my tags #full transcription of this exchange is below the cut btw!!#mostly so i can have record of it here but also so everyone else can bask in its full unedited glory ...... oh my god.#z:edit

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wren-kitchens · 3 months

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I believe you (i'm not wrong)

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gem winces as she nicks her finger with the hammer for what she's pretty sure is the fourth time tonight, but she's not really been keeping count. it might be the fifth. it- okay, gem knows she should sleep, but she just- it- she doesn’t like the idea of sleeping right now. you can’t keep your mind off stuff if you’re asleep—they just turn into nightmares, and gem really doesn’t want to have another nightmare again. it's- she doesn't want to bother scar again.

this will make no sense if you don't know this au, and it is so self indulgent, but it's easier to format fics on tumblr than on discord GKFHD

anyway this is an au that me and stiff came up with and then made increasingly more angsty. this is the happiest part of the whole plotline if you can believe it

cw: panic attack, hurt/comfort

she could bother joel. hypothetically speaking, gem could go up the mountain and knock on his door and awkwardly explain at three in the morning why she can’t sleep and that she needs his help, but- void, there is nothing she wants to do less right now. she loves joel- really, and it's more than likely that he'd be pretty helpful actually. it's- it's just too much right now. gem would rather build her problems away.

it takes longer than it probably should have done for gem to realise that her hand is bleeding, but she can’t be bothered to do anything about it; it doesn’t hurt much. besides, it's just another scar to add to the list of silly accidents she's had while building—like that time she almost took her finger off because she wasn't paying attention when she was dismantling some iron bars with less care than she should have been.

wiping sweat off her forehead, gem steps back for a second, taking in her work. her very wonky work. void, gem really needs to sleep soon, but there's no way that's happening without at least four nightmares, regardless of how much she tries to keep her mind occupied by something else. it's all she can think about- she's barely even done anything, despite 'building' for at least six hours now. the wood is unevenly cut, the moss is slowly dropping chunks into the sand from the roof, and the whole house looks like it's about to collapse on itself. that's- okay, that's the look she was going for, but it was meant to be structurally sound in actuality.

this was a bad idea- building a town that reminds her so damn much of where she grew up. it wasn't- it's not like gem really thought it through until it was too late to change her theme, and now she's kind of stuck. how in- anyone's name did she not even realise what she was building until after the nightmares started again?

.. don't answer that, actually. she doesn’t want to know.

maybe if gem sits down here, she'll fall asleep before she can start thinking about.. anything she doesn’t want to be thinking about. it feels like her limbs are made of lead, and gem has begun to debate on which sleep deprivation is worse: the exhausted building or the nightmares. maybe she'll flip a coi- what the fuck was that.

a figure- there's something- it's coming-

she hasn't- why the fuck didn’t she sleep- she knows what happens if she doesn’t sleep. can it reach her? can it make it onto the sand- can it outrun her? what if- what if it can walk, and she just never- gem never knew because she only encountered it whilst sailing but- she's endangered the whole server because of her stupid mistake-

stealing a glance behind her, gem's heart drops into the abyss- it's gaining on her. she's dead, she's going to die, she's doomed everyone, there's no escape-

something grabs her arm.

a strangled scream forces itself out of her tattered lungs, and she swings- desperation flooding her mind. she's gone- she's going to die- she's going to die-

"gem! please- it's me! it's me."

she opens her eyes, breaths still tearing their way through her throat, and- when did she get on the floor? her vision swims, body shaking too violently to steady herself and she thinks she must be drowning. there's a figure above her- there's- there's something above her.

her hands are numb and she's shaking and she's on the floor and she's not drowning, but she may as well be because she can’t fucking breathe. she's going to die and she's going to deserve it- she's- it's all- there's nothing left-

someone is holding her hands. she is having a panic attack and someone is holding her hands. she's not dying- she wishes she was dead. why would- who is- where is she? who is talking?

there's- there's her name. she feels like she's falling, but someone is talking and holding her hands and she's not drowning. did she- did she break something? was it her fault? she didn’t mean to.

a hand- a thumb against her face. gem was- she is crying. her vision is clearing but nothing will process and she just- she just wants to go home. she doesn't have a home anymore. she broke her home.

she didn't mean to. she's sorry- she just wanted to fix it. she's sorry. she is breathing, and she's not drowning, and she's not dying. right? is- is she right?

"right." there's a voice, and it sounds like home. she is crying again. "you’re okay."

no that's- she's not- she can’t be okay, ever again- she ruined it. there's nothing- she can’t- there's nothing left. she broke it- she ruined it. she's sorry.

her hands are warm. someone is holding her hands, and she's breathing and she's not drowning. there's a figure in front of her- there's scar in front of her.

"i’m sorry." gem's voice is sore, and comes out quieter than she expected it to. she's not drowning. "I never- i’m so sorry."

scar is crying, and gem is holding his hands. "I know." he says, and he’s quiet too. "I didn’t- void. I don't think i’ve- ever been on the receiving end of that."

it takes gem a moment to understand what he means, and her chest fills with emotion. she tries to say something, but nothing comes out.

"what-" scar's voice breaks, and gem wants to hug him. she doesn’t know if she's allowed. "what did you think I was?"

gem takes a shaky breath, shaking her head. "I never- I never knew what they actually were." she whispers. "they'd- if you didn't sleep, they'd appear."

scar is silent, and gem almost apologises, but her voice seems to have abandoned her. maybe this is all she can ever have- was she asking too much of him just now? void- the whole plan was to avoid pestering scar, and now she's had a panic attack because she mistook him for- that- okay, it doesn’t matter what, but now he’s dealing with her and she doesn't know if he even wants to, or if he just feels obligated-

"can you stand?" scar asks suddenly, and gem takes a second to recalibrate. can- what? can she stand? of course but- why is she standing? gem doesn’t actually ask any of this, of course, but the questions arise nonetheless.

gem lets go of scar's hands and pushes herself upwards on weak legs, but she doesn’t let it show. she wipes her face and takes a breath, bolstering herself for whatever it is she has to do next.

but scar just holds his hand out. "can you come sleep?"

gem is so surprised, she takes half a step backwards before she realises how rude that looks, and steps forward again, hoping she can play it off as rocking. "I don't- what?"

scar looks almost embarrassed, and gem finds herself getting even more confused. "well- if you-" he clears his throat awkwardly. "if- I can’t, um. I can’t be mad if you're.. not sleeping."

is scar being deliberately vague, or is gem's brain just too tired to understand what is going on? she shakes her head, still trying to process what scar could possibly mean. "I don’t- I don’t know what you-"

"I don't want you to stay up so late." scar says, and his voice is soft like gem hasn't heard it in months, and she might cry. again. "I just- I know you can’t sleep unless you have a distraction. I was trying to ask- can I be the distraction?"

gem takes a shaky breath. "oh." it's all she can manage- it's all she can think right now. gem is tearing up again and she wipes her eyes hurriedly. "I- are you sure?"

scar nods, smiling tearfully. "I miss you. I never- I didn’t expect how much." he holds out his hand again. "will- will you come with me?"

there's a moment of hesitation, of is she allowed, before gem slips her hand into scar's and squeezes. "i'd be happy to."

the conversation between her and scar on the way to his base was awkward and best, and plain old silence at worst, so gem was a little nervous for what it'd be like when they tried to go to sleep. what if scar changed his mind- or if one of them had another nightmare and suddenly both of them couldn't sleep? what if scar was just- lying, or something, and he was just expecting gem to say she was fine on her own?

gem has never been happier to be so wrong about something in her life.

in all the time she's known scar, gem has never seen scar transfer into bed so fast—and he practically pulled her after him before she'd even got her shoes off. once gem crawled under the duvet, she and scar may as well have just become one body. it's so bizarre, how easily they can pick up where they left off, even after so much time, and when gem rests her head against scar's chest, it feels like home.

and- void, gem missed this so much. the way they fit against each other like they were made for each other, the feeling of scar's hand in her hair, the warmth in her stomach as she burrows under the duvet- it's the closest to perfect that gem thinks can exist. it feels as if she could close her eyes and drift off in an instant, she feels so safe.

scar buries his face in gem's hair. "I love you." he mumbles, and gem almost starts to cry again.

"I love you too." she holds scar tighter, voice wavering embarrassingly. "i’m sorry- i’m so sorry. it- for everything."

"i’m sorry too." scar whispers, sounding close to tears. "I shouldn't have- i’m so sorry gem." he presses a kiss to the top of gem's head.

gem's throat is tight, and she swallows a sob. "it- it's okay. I didn't- you didn’t mean it."

"neither did you." scar's voice is painfully soft, and gem blinks back tears. "it wasn't- I have to-" scar gives a little huff—the one he does when he's tripping over his words. "I- gem, I forgive you."

it hits her a moment later, like something melting in her chest, and the tears that had been threatening to spill over come clawing back up her throat. I forgive you.

gem is sobbing into scar's shoulder, and scar is holding her tight and he’s crying too, and she knows that if she asked why, he'd say that if she's crying then he's gonna cry too, and she's missed him so much. her chest aches with each breath, and she doesn’t care because he forgives her, and she doesn't deserve it, but scar thinks she does, and there's nothing in the world more important than that.

"you’re- you’re so important to me, gem." scar says, voice thick with tears, but gem can hear his smile—which only wants to make her cry more. "I couldn't- there was nothing that would have kept me from you. not even myself."

"I love you." gem is still crying, and she's smiling, and she's hugging scar, and there's nothing that could ruin this moment. "i’m- I could never-" she chokes on her words and dissolves into another sob, holding scar like a lifeline.

"if- if you keep crying, i’m not gonna be able to stop." scar says, hiccuping a weak laugh.

"that's- that's your fault." gem manages through sobs, half laughing. "I blame you."

scar pulls her closer, and gem melts into him, tension she didn't even know she was holding leaving her. "you're so wonderful." he says, and gem almost sobs.

"you’re not- i’m gonna keep crying if you say stuff like that." gem says, and scar is laughing, and she's a mess but she doesn’t care.

scar forgives her.

#it's 3am and I am once again fighting with the formatting on tumblr #elven duo #geminitay #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #that man has too many tags you only get two okay #this au doesn't have a name yet. despite how much we've been talking about it GLFSH #it just occurred to me how little context this fic actually has for the rest of the plot #if the emotional scenes feel weird it's because I have officially forgotten how emotions work #just ignore that KGFKS #hermitfic #hermitcraft #don’t tag as ship please and ty #wren writes #endless guilt au #<- WE HAVE A NAME

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bunny-extract · 2 years

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Can you. Can you do... könig eating out fem!reader? However you see him when hes going down on reader i wanna know 👀

Drooling while writing this and not from my mouth

Warnings: NSFW//Minors DNI,

Thanks for your request, and feel free to send more <3

- A service top until the end, König loves having the focus turned to you during any kind of sex, but with oral he’s little more than a man possessed.

- When he’s doing something he’s good at, König gets cocky - and he knows how good he fucks you.

- He doesn’t like quickies, not the traditional in-out-come-done kind, but in the moments neither of you have much time to spare he isn’t above dragging you somewhere semi-private, undoing your pants with quick, deft jerks before you’re fully behind cover.

- He’s eager, a bit deranged when he first slips his tongue against your clit, the stubble on his chin scratching where his lips soothe.

- When he leaves the hood on, draped over your mound to hide his work from your eyes, you’re left shaking with anticipation for the next lashing of his tongue, pleading with the black-smudged eyes barely visible behind the crudely cut mask.

- You might whine for him to just fuck you, but he’s already got your taste in his mouth. Pushing at his jaw or shoulders is a dangerous thing but you’re empty and he’s being greedy, König, please—!

- When he pulls away you remember that it’s best not to disturb an animal while it’s eating - even if it’s eating you.

“Beg from your knees, then.”

- And if you think for a moment you’ve got him, that when he rips your panties down your thighs and spreads your lips that he’ll cave, even when you hear him undo the buckle of his belt

—wrong.

- He takes a solid and heady line licked from your clit to your ass, burying his nose there while gathering your slick from the source.

- He likes embarrassing you with the noises sex makes. Egregiously slurping and lapping his tongue between your folds. When your feet come to kick at his back he takes pleasure in hiking your hips up further, challenging you to fight more. “You’ll have to try harder to keep me away, won’t you.”

-Cocky, yeah?

- When you both can afford the time, he really likes to draw it out.

- He just loves the way you fuss when he takes his time tracing the pulse at your neck, rubs his hands over the hardened tips of your breast until you’re pushing at his wrist, urging him lower. He’ll follow, but it’s the give your thigh he’s after, “Everything about you is so soft—”

- He’s always had a fixation on your legs, his heavy stare seeking out the contours of your thighs and the slope of your hip whenever you’re near. He’s learned to keep his head high and his gaze forward instead of low and to the ground, but sometimes the training slips out of him.

- He’ll strip you of your pants but keep you in your underwear. König might not tell you this without a little coaxing, but he likes keeping your panties on as long as possible.

- Strokes his thumb over your clit while mouthing at your inner thigh, eyes watching the cotton try to soak up all your slick.

- When you’re just as needy as he is, he concedes, watching them roll down every inch of your legs. It’s his favorite part to slowly reveal the mess beneath. Your puffy lips soaked with your own need, begging for him.

- König might think about pocketing your panties every time, but worries it might be too much. Instead he drapes the wet cotton over his crotch, happy to ruin them further.

- Takes his time fingering you, even if he’s not going to fuck you proper. Twists and curls each digit against your walls until they’re slippery enough to pump his cock with, the wet noise of it causing you to whine.

- You can feel the shiver that drags up his spine, the flex of his shoulders.

- My god this man’s shoulders.

- The image of having your thighs spread on them, his black-smudged eyes watching you from between is enough to keep you from going insane when he isn’t there. When all you have are your own wet fingers, helplessly lost trying to navigate your own body with just the memory of him.

- Insufficient, not when you could have him fucking you with the thick of his tongue instead.

- You come on his face with little effort, you have been over the course of him taking you apart. He doesn’t take it as a cue to stop, just to let you rest.

- Goes back to nipping at your ankles, his head pillowed against the softness of your thigh. He looks up at you like a puppy begging for a walk, eyes big and soft. Patient, but so, so eager.

- It’s a few more boneless orgasm later that he moans against you, panting hot against your clit when he finally pulls off. Eyes dazed like he was the one that—

Wait did you…?

Heh. I’ll need a moment.

- His hands drag up from your ankles and down to your ribs, roaming at your nipples lazily. Aftercare is sweet, quiet. Wet kisses against your knees and a finger tracing the shell of your ear.

- When it pulls, you moan. “You look hungry, little thing.”

- He’s caught you looking down at him, where his cock is now half hard. Still slick and dripping with both of your arousal. He pinches your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes up to his.

- “Would you like a taste?”

- Greedy.

#könig imagine #könig x reader #mw2 requests #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagines #mw2 headcanons #könig cod #könig mw2 x reader #könig mw2 x you #bunnywriting #mw2 smut #ok cringe tags out of the way…THANK YOU for the request and ty for waiting !!!!#come see me again <3 #könig

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